The day of liberation ended.
Midori is satisfied that some of them failed to achieve terrorism due to police obstruction and others successfully accomplished it, but as a festival they are able to do well.
It seemed impossible to find a forced investigation into the denominational headquarters, and there were no further indications that the police would attempt to enter the premises. There is no way that the magicians and magicians of the country can do this to such a powerful and incomparable opponent of magicians that they cannot be combated in bundles.
Alone in my room, Midori was at dusk.
"It was fun... of all my long reincarnation journeys, the most fun I can remember."
I smile satisfied, look up at the void and squeal.
Meditate your eyes and connect your second brain directly with your consciousness. Huge amount of memories jammed inside. It was a memory that touched the hearts and minds of the believers. Their grief and joy are all packed. Their despair when their hearts are shattered, and their peak when their vengeance is achieved, are all packed. Midori was able to touch and taste them at the same time and enjoy them.
"Everyone's heart is in Midori, and everyone's heart is in Midori. Redemption of blood in abominable crumbs. Death. Destruction. In return for the most delightful emotion in the world: despair. Yea, the best catharsis ever!"
They were once tasted by Midori with them. Tasted and enjoyed it again from the second brain as if to play the disc. But there is no third time.
"It's over, Sister Apricot."
At the same time as the whining, Midori's expression is slightly cloudy.
"I've known many people since I was reincarnated, but I've seen a lot of human deaths, and it was Sister Apricot who touched me the deepest part of my heart. There were wavelengths, and Sister Apricot was actively trying to touch my heart. A lot of people I knew were the other way around."
Where I groaned so much, a smile floated in Midori's mouth again.
"I don't know because, without a body or a lid, my sister Apricot had a curiosity hunk, and there were places to look after her. But... I was so happy with that..."
I show my teeth and laugh at the apricots I drew on my mind in the void.
"I just want to say that I won't forget the days I spent with my sister Apricot in this room... but Midori's time is almost over. You only have a few moments to immerse yourself in your memories."
Stand up, Midori leaving the room. I've decided where to go and what to do. I will never go back to this room again.
An arched rocky mountain rises in the rocky desert. Regular government forces and hired mercenaries were setting up bases there to welcome guerrillas.
Guerrillas bought a large quantity of battle creatures with excellent mobility and armor at cheap prices made in Japan, releasing them to the base of Iwayama.
Battle creatures are defeated one after the other by warheads and RPGs with solution. Interpretation is a disposable pawn. But I can't ignore it. It will rather be defeated as a matter of priority. Because if you get to base, that unusual killing power will be fierce.
While attention and warheads are directed at Battle Creature, bullets and shells from guerrillas descend from another direction. Thanks to attacks from both hands, the regular army's defense becomes scattered.
"You've been sticking with me for a long time. Thanks to their guts, this one is devastated."
After the battle, a black mercenary spills sarcastic words with a smile. The battle closed with this victory once, and the guerrilla was repelled, but it was a hard win.
Battle Creature came aboard to base and ravaged regular army soldiers, causing massive casualties. Where there was confusion, more heavy shootings were fired, resulting in more casualties.
If the mercenaries hadn't swiftly destroyed the battle creatures that entered the base, they would undoubtedly have been wiped out.
About five years ago now - the shallow truth of being a mercenary was wrapping his tongue around their arrangements.
Normally, moderate French mercenaries didn't even use guns and cut off many battle creatures with profitable steel wires. The oldest and the Chinese seemed to have used extraordinary powers, blowing up the fierce beast giant with one drink without touching it. The black soldier, who is captain on an ad hoc basis, cut Battle Creature's neck off precisely with only a body surgery and a knife swing.
"Do you think you could win if you fought me in boxing after following the rules properly on the ring?
Sitting on the wreckage of a biological weapon he himself has tailored, the black soldier genuinely asks with a loving smile.
His name is Simon. Are you in your thirties or something? He is the owner of a musculoskeletal flesh, but he is low. Probably 160 centimeters. There it is. But I have already seen the strength hidden in its body many times before.
"I can't."
True to answer instantly.
"Exactly. First of all, Gatai is different. There is no limitless prospect of beating you with this alone. Lucky punch, with your little body, and with your gloved hands, there's nothing you can do where you hit it."
Mixing over sounding satisfied with the true answer, Simon smiles and speaks. Like Junko, he was always a man with a smile and a bright grin to soothe the place.
"But on the ring, how about bare hands and no rules? A little bit more likely for you to win. Well, just a little bit. If they give me more knives, I'll just go up again a little bit. If you say it game wise, whatever the hit level of the attack, the damage will jump when it hits you. If a Kaishin blow strikes, it's a literal critical hit. Yeah, funny way to put it, but you know what I'm trying to say?
True to snort silently.
"So, if you're given a knife, not even a square ring - right... and you're told to find someone and kill them while you survive on a deserted island with a forest, the odds are even higher. I can put up a trap, and I can strike unintentionally. You already know what I'm trying to say, don't you? I hate sports. Competition in sports is generally determined only by differences in physical abilities. I can't top anything I do in sports because I have a small body, too. But if we kill each other without rules, we can't beat any opponent, right? No matter how big a guy is, or sports versatile he is, it's possible to have a cell phone for the gain, and if you kill the other guy, that's what you're going to do, figure out all the ways to come to the fight. Yes, I can compete much wider than sports, which is determined only by my natural talent. I can't tell you to fight Battle Creature with your bare hands on the ring, but if it's anything, it would be Battle Creature, but it would be psychic, but given the gain and the means, it would be a battle and victory"
Pure Son told me exactly the same words he said at that time. No matter who they are, no matter how powerful they may be, if they are anything, they will never win, etc. The idea is stained to the bone marrow in the true.
"There are people who can live and shine because it's a world without rules. Or someone who can only live there."
With that said, Simon drooled from the edge of his mouth with a grin on the rock floor and glanced at the sleeping white man. What the hell kind of dream are you having, Truth thinks of yourself smiling zero in your head.
"So is his steel wire. He's an extraordinary fool, so when I was a hungry ghost, I was under the influence of comics, seriously thinking about using steel wire as a weapon, and doing that training myself. He tried to master all sorts of other comic book moves. I'm scared of the idiot's supposed power. I really worked it out to the practical level, and I jumped into the battlefield to help. Only in a world without rules, the technology he knitted won't help."
It was he who was sleeping on the dumb side who later truly taught him how to handle this steel wire.
(I didn't know the time would come for Simon's words to sound so powerful then)
The truth, which I visited again in front of the Megalodon headquarters building of Thin Happiness, was reminiscent of the arguments told by my former companions and biting them off strongly.
"I won't rethink...? I've told you many times, it's very impossible. The other person... is someone who crosses the boundaries of a person."
(Meanwhile, if this guy...)
Truth can't help but remember the frustration with the tired backwards remarks walking behind.
(Just make some statements that will cut our motivation. Let's be clear about relying on this guy. No, is it pathetic to push that far too? But let's not do this as much as we can. really depressing)
Tired would be showing me the truth over time, but I was fed up with imitations like deciding not to water it from my head.
(No, I'll let this guy figure it out too. Let me actually win and prove it to you. Don't just win that too)
Now tired revenge is only half an excuse. The realization of the plan drawn in my own head - that is the true and true purpose. I'm not even tired of teaching that.
(It was the death of apricots that came to mind. In order not to waste his death, we have to do it. But......)
While I was determined, there was a strange feeling in the truth.
(I don't feel like failing. I feel sure to succeed)
A hunch of certainty in the truth. What the rationale was was was due to a conversation I had with Li Mei, whom I met the other day. At that time, True was getting some information from Li Mei.